Undertow

The giant woman quickly shot down his attempts at formality, a thing that once would've alarmed little Sota. But he'd learned a lot since being away from home, and he knew not everyone was quite the same as he was. He merely nodded in understanding as she introduced herself as Resin. more focused on finding a proper position to lean against Percy than any pleasantries that he might normally be interested in. They moved at a slow but steady pace, and Sota let his ears swivel to focus on what Resin was saying. This pack was called The Hallows, and they acceptable all wolves. That was an odd concept, at least according to his Songa upbringing, but on a more personal level he appreciated that level of compassion and openness.

He nodded again in understanding of her words. He would contribute as much as he was able, as soon as he was healed up. Being the best he could be in whatever skills he chose also appealed to him. He had no doubt he would awe them with his tree-climbing skills, but... not for a long while, unfortunately. Until then he wasn't quite sure what he'd be best suited for, though with a long road of healing ahead of him, he had a feeling he'd have plenty of time of reflection to think about it. He found himself grinning at Percy as she offered her company. He appreciated her kindness, as well as Resin's. Hopefully this place was suitable for him, but Sota had realized he was quite adaptable, so he wasn't too worried. "Thank you, again, both of you," he breathed, though another step had him gritting his teeth in pain. They'd be there soon, he hoped; and then a good, long rest was in order. "I should be back on my paws soon enough to start contributing in one way or another. Even if not to my full capabilities," he added a bit somberly. Sota was fine with pushing himself, though he knew he didn't want to push this injury too hard, even when it started to feel better.